He Mastered Whatever Was Not Worth The

Who Is It Needs Such Flawless Shafts As Fate? What Archer Of His Arrows Is So Choice, Or Hits The White So Surely?

The Wisest Man Could Ask No More Of Fate Than To Be Simple, Modest, Manly, True, Safe From The Many, Honored By The Few; Nothing To Court In Church, Or World, Or State, But Inwardly In Secret To Be Great.

Granting Our Wish Is One Of Fate's Saddest Jokes.

Fate Loves Best Such Syllables As Are Sweet And Sonorous On The Tongue.

Every Person Born Into This World Their Work Is Born With Them.